Overgeared

Since ancient times, humanity had regarded the stars as special. They admired the shining stars even in the distant universe. This was why the noblest humans were often likened to them. It was also the basis for Braham’s belief that he was the best.

He was the one who pulled down the stars. He naturally trivialized the humans who compared themselves to stars.

It was a temperament that had become more prominent recently. The magic theories that were rebuilt based on the enlightenment gained from fighting Gamigin, the power of the direct descendant that was restored due to Marie Rose’s whim that rapidly strengthened his mana and physique, and the evolution of his equipment thanks to Grid’s favor—Braham was entering his best prime period ever.

He was confident that he could protect Grid’s back and he believed that he could face any opponent as long as they weren’t outside the standards like dragons or the Martial God.

A little while earlier, he was even more convinced. That dragon that he encountered after following Marie Rose’s traces. He wasn’t too afraid considering that both of the dragon’s wings were torn off. It felt completely different from when he met Trauka in the past.

That magic power in the atmosphere that shared its senses with Braham was shouting in unison. Maybe it was worth discussing the odds. Braham could’ve looked at being the first dragon slayer in history if it wasn’t for the interruption of the three dragons that invaded the scene in real time.

It was arrogance.

[There is no being who can leave here.]

Braham was held to the rule set by the Dragon Words and realized that there was a serious error in his calculations.

‘Not all dragons are the same?’

All beings who lived with their feet on the ground didn’t know the physiology of the dragons. It was like how humans understood only a very small part of the universe. Braham didn’t have much interest in dragons. He was immersed in magic rather than obsessing over the impossibilities.

It was also something induced by Beriache’s knowledge. Braham believed that his mother passed on all her knowledge to him, but this was actually a belief that should be broken. Had he forgotten about the source of the curse that ruled his kin?

Beriache didn’t give Braham some of her knowledge. One of them was knowledge of the dragons. This made the dragons complete unknowns to Braham and induced him to perceive them as merely fearful beings. It was proof that Beriache loved Braham. She feared that an unqualified child would be killed in vain due to his interest in dragons.

On the other hand, it meant Beriache hadn’t predicted the fact that he would do something crazy like break into Trauka’s lair without knowing the subject.

"......”

Braham’s face was pale as he noticed the truth.

Fire Dragon Trauka, Evil Dragon Bunhelier, Insane Dragon Nevartan, Gourmet Dragon Raiders—Braham thought that all adult dragons would be like them. He didn’t expect the inferiority or superiority of the armed force to be different depending on the nature of the individual.

However, it was different. The four dragons with poorly recognized colored scales were of a lower class than Trauka. The emergence of another dragon, who just unfolded his willpower through Dragon Words from somewhere unknown, proved this fact. It was in a different dimension.

‘I will die.’

Everyone here, including himself, would soon disappear. It was a gut feeling, not a guess. Braham’s calculations that took into account the tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of branches of mana in the atmosphere were absurdly fast and accurate. It took him a split second to be sure of his own death.

‘It is checkmate.’

Braham was a magician before he was the Duke of Wisdom. It was right to prepare countless countermeasures for each action and avoid the worst. Yet he couldn’t do so now.

‘I still have a long way to go.’

Braham, who realized his shortcomings only when he was on the verge of dying, turned his attention to Xenon. Less than a minute had passed since he was attacked, but the scales were already torn off. The color, disguised with magic out of near instinct, was revealed nakedly and he saw that Xenon’s scales were as gray as the cloudy sky.

“I’ll say it again.”’

Trauka—it was the emergence of a top dragon that could easily be mistaken for an old dragon by those who

is no hope other

was clearly speaking to Xenon, but the one who reacted was the dragon who shoved his teeth

[You... keep quiet.]

for one opportunity in the future. He just needed one more chance to eat and he could climb to the upper ranks of the hierarchy. His magic senses stretched out around his lair in the

missed two big

stone dragon. He was tracking the stone dragon, who was wounded and weakened by the insane dragon, only to be deceived by the tower members and turned away from the Behen Archipelago. The camouflage techniques of the tower

Ifrit was clearly weak. He was more likely to encounter an old dragon if he targeted her, but he still chased her. It was worth taking the risk.

on the hierarchy to attract an

two competitors followed, but they were opponents he could easily handle. The flow was good. He saw that he would finally achieve his aspirations today. This was until a little while ago when he felt the

It is encouraging to be able to defend against a surprise attack from a cloaked

original cloaked dragon wasn’t easily recognized. It was because they enjoyed the technique of creating shading with magic power and blocking vision, so the operation of magic power was

child of the refractive dragon or a cloaked dragon itself? No one knew. It was because no one had been able

need to

three lower ranked dragons, even a top dragon would be embarrassed to handle them alone. It was because time was dragging out while they were discussing victory or defeat. They needed to endure a huge uproar, making it so that there was a possibility that the cloaked dragon himself would

planned to take efficient action to quickly arrange the situation or retreat if that wasn’t possible. This was why he should protect Xenon

better

the nature of each individual, there were often dragons who didn’t utilize their knowledge, but only the insane dragon would

[Xenon, restore your strength.]

dragons agreed to Basque’s suggestion. Their attitude

have nightmares of the humiliation I

who acted like they were going to help and then left. His kin who rushed to eat him only to reach out a hand. He didn’t like either one. He felt pathetic and ashamed for being dragged into this situation

a burden? It is hard to comment because I don’t know the physiology of a dragon.

kept asking for his heart. They were truly of the same bloodline. He thought they were the most hateful creatures in

keep staying

to survive. The most efficient way was to eat their kin. It was a barbaric culture taught and established by the old dragons. Predation couldn’t take precedence over survival unless it

cooperate. He wanted Braham, who

cocked his head. The silver hair that hung below his ears waved

close eye on

why not intervene? It is too much to say you are careful simply because you are afraid of being eaten by your

[......]

30 years ago, it took three or four months for news from the northern lands to reach the south. It might be the standard for ordinary people, but it can’t be impossible for you to monitor the entire continent all the time, right? Dragons can’t be like common creatures that

Braham was very active because it was a difficult opportunity to get again. He spoke in a fast manner that was rare for him. Was it necessary to use Dragon Words to shut him up? Basque was seriously

needed even one more helper. He couldn’t ignore Braham any

in any beings other than ourselves. You are just

am famous among dragons? Well, I

eyes twitched as he turned

species showed interest in him. Putting aside the situation where his life was

now on the same side, weren’t interested in him. They were busy focusing

to all step back here.

to Basque’s

and Braham’s eyes moved to the right at the same time. It was because the position

Braham felt something strange.

‘I don’t feel anything.’